kises Darling

kisses darling .thats what mum said to me when she left me with mrs
.k.anderson a legal and well reputed gaurdian for servises children i
was 8 to young to go to boarding school " that will be next year " said
my mum as with a big smile , as if going to boarding school was
something to get exited about. anyway there i was my mum and dad of to
a base camp in saudi arabia my grand parents either also on the other
side of the world in australia or in a nursing home in scotland. i had
an uncle somewhere apparentley but he was in the services to so i'd
never set eyes on him.so what was left for me ? A gaurdian ,that is
until i was old enough for the army to pay for 90% of my education and
boarding fees . mrs k.anderson (call me Aunt kathy ) was very friendly
to begin with .when my mum had gone she sat me down at her scrubbed
kitchen table with a long glass of milk ( as a matter of fact i,ve
never been that keeen on milk but mum had told me to be polite so i
drank it down) she asked supposedly interested questions like "whens
your birthday " , whats your fvararte colour/animal/film e.t.c. i
gratefully answered, glad she was doing the talking not me.it got to
about 7:30 and she showed me and my small amount of luggage upstairs to
a shabby bare little rom with the furniture in varying states of
wornness but the thing is , usually shabby things make the place feel
homely and lived in but these had a sinister feel to them like theyd
been dug out from destitute housesor something. aunt kathy said
goodnight and went downstaurs her sharp stilletto heels made spiky
noises on the wooden flor. i longed to heer my mums gentle slippered
foootfall or my dads loud banging ( as mum says he walks like hes on
parade at the queens birthday patry all the time ) i sniffed "oh mum
why did you leave me"i sniffed again and in seconds was sobbing away
into my old teddy, while "aunt kathy "jabbered contiuosly into her
telephone.